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broke, that was a easy decision
My mission was to make dough, not end up in prison
But I'm still in a helll of my own
Bill collectors won't leave me
to the men's room little girl, can you tell me?)

We're going to raise Atlantis to the top
(my goodness...)
With the bump and the bop
( (-?????-) in
C-O-D 
And then this Old G, scold me and told me coldly 
You keep it up and you will be dead like your homey 
But I gotta redeem, get this cream by any
I don't need these highs to raise me
I don't need these highs to lift me up
I don't want your smiles to wake me
I don't think that I should slowly
me go. 
Baby I'm gone
All's I left was a pile of debts
And a man he would not work
I said didn't your mama raise you right
Baby you always been
fifty
Can't you tell by my cut why I'm pimpin'
And if I hit one time she's limpin'
And if he trick one dime he's simpin'
'Cause we don't do it like
to this
Now throw it up, raise it up for that gangsta shit
Now Blood walk to this, now crips walk to this
Now throw it up, raise it up for that gangsta
chickens watchin' and I still be movin' that base
Gave a job to the children you scared to raise
Chain swangin', name rangin'
Shots fired, same nigga
We
No time for spindoctor's medicine 
Cooked up by the government, selling me some cover-up 
Sponsored information, crack pipes in the shopping malls
you did:
Barnacle Bill's bound bonus bid.
My mommy must a made up my mind
Many months me for Mandy Miller resigned.
Right raise rank rise rust; and how
Don't you think it's scary
Life's a Bloody Mary
Blood and alcohol
Makes you think that nothing's wrong
Howling at the moon
When the wolf bane blooms
Raise
she's an up-all-nighter
A hand and a shoulder and a referee
A real-life hero if you ask me
'Cause those kids ain't gonna raise themselves
huh that's what they like 
Girl you like that huh that's what they like 
Girl you like that huh huh, that's what they like 

I then threw up in
taught he might
If notty like and seventy fiver, help me raise my shorty right
So when I come home wit the quarter, I say, yo shorty run to royal
Seen
watchin' and I still be movin' the base
Gave a job to the children you scared to raise
Chain swangin', name rangin'
Shots fired, same nigga
We movin' weight
a year and 3 months passed
Gotta show me somethin' 
'cause I don't want to give up on you, man

I don't want to give up now (no no no no)
I don't want
no time for no interviews (go-got no time for no interviews),
You know I keep my ear to the streets
so it's up to me to bring you the truth,
I saw
Intro:
Yeah
Close your eyes, fly with me
Spark your lye, get high with me
Raise your glass with me
Come inside see
Come on, come on
Close your
movin through Brooklyn
Base against the hymn, brings the sweat to the skin
Reminisce of the days as a shorty
Had no stress, no bills, was comin for me
I
to this
Now throw it up, raise it up for that gangsta s***
Now Blood walk to this, now Crip walk to this
Now throw it up, raise it up for that gangsta
fuckin' thing I do I'll

Yeah, Immortal Technique, Rassy
Nigga, I never forget nothing nigga

Fifty-one percent of the World Bank is owned by the U
'll get fucked up with no regard
Boy, don't test me, 'cause I'm tired of teachin lessons
So muthafuck you and that bullshit that you're stressin'
'Cause
busters who can't deal, give it up for real 

(MC Ren) 
Now when you see me, you're ducking and slipping, yo, then you fell
down 
You fucked up and finally
Table+
The cable luck bare, my man got me one on his leckle
It's nothin' for me to get up with you, guts with you
Blow off them matches and sit up with
You celebrate

We ain't gotta wait
It's a toast to you and me
Bills ain't so bad, celebrate that
Party in the yard 'til the lights come on
Ain't nobody